Sleeping Dragon If you need it, I'll scream out

There was not an impact made, the older male having moved in time. The second Hvit’s body had come to a stop, he’d scrambled back up to his feet and shook his coat free of whatever dirt had latched onto it. Several retreating steps were taken before he’d frozen in place, eyes seeking out the face of his packmate when no words had been heard. A smirk was seen, which made the boy tilt his head. Had he done something funny? It’d probably been his little show from just moments ago, though, to him, it hadn’t been that funny at all. Still, he’d not grown angered by the fact that someone else had taken from the act a feeling of joy. Rather, he’d given a wag of his tail, waving it off as nothing worth getting worked up over.

Again, the viking’s frontal half dropped down towards the ground, gaze never leaving his potential friend. He’d wiggled his butt, delivering a warning of what he was about to do, before he’d kicked off of the ground and sprung forward. His paws were stretched out towards Hush as he intended to hit the other this time; never were his actions malicious, only playful.